Luyện nghe bài hát Black Faces

[Featuring: Nipsey

[Intro: Hussle]
that beat up for me
Really everything, the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit
No punch, you know mean that we workin hard

[Verse 1: Hussle]
Look, young nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but I own businesses
Started out the trunk, up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, black no blemishes
Legend in my city cause I so vigorous
If I show my west of Texas, thats a big event
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to me vent
Im really out on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin on my own ten toes, so the is
I call never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big in my vision and
I aint failed yet, bout a dollar yes
Im a problem, failed test, its only getting
I swear Im getting money, I just you gettin yours
Im killin niggas so you know Im gettin more
Now young Gambino on the chorus, go

[Childish - Chorus]
This is for real shit, this is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good
This is for my grandma, this is for West side
This is for niggas talkin shit on a website
Damn I good, you aint feelin nothin
is for my niggas who be livin dime a dozen
Bino got good shit, Nipsey got them aces
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with faces

Gambino - break]
Yeah, black
My so racist, all black faces
Obama on million dollar bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black
Look, yo I got
Yo, turn, turn it up a
Ay, we go, okay

[Verse 2: Childish
League of my own, swag Geena
rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on twitter, but in life they say shit
My Rollie so racist, all faces
We the new, face it, kill em Jason
Grind in my sleep man a nigga need
Wonder you feelin like, used to be the nervous type
They aint Bino? Man that shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, my style
Kind of to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I dont eat pasta, is low-carb
I dont fly now, say I fly Goyard
Leave a face covered in that coast
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell em the
M Fox to my on some family ties
got black faces when somebody dies
I look at Donna Summers, she was tryin to survive
People wrestle over petty
When we be really cryin over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk
Fuck yall, let my grandkids ball
to the future, these dudes so last week
See me so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on some grown shit, no
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, black

[Childish - Outro]
Ay, nigga, faces
faces
Thats royalty,